I slammed into something hard and cold. I'm slammed once again. I open my eyes and lick my lips. The taste of blood scorches in my mouth. I look up and see a man, all muscular and tough, holding me by the shirt. He slams me again and I cough loudly. Blood splatters the ground.
Near me I hear a loud shrill shriek. A man grunts and tumbles to the ground. Kowa kicks him in the ribcage, the same thing the men did to her before. She kicks him again and again, letting all her anger released.
The man holding me is frozen. He slams me on the rock again and let's me go. More blood splatters. The man starts to lurch to Kowa but she moves around him swiftly.
She quickly grabs the man she kicked and placed him in a certain area. The lurching man realized what she did and fell right on top of the other man. He groans.
Kowa kicks him in the ribcage a few couple times. She looks at me. She's so beautiful when she's angry. Kowa grabs my hand and leads me out. She checks the surroundings. No viscous men.
She runs down the hall gracefully and quietly. I try my best to follow.
She runs and runs and runs. She turns right then left then right again. Down staircases. Up staircases. Another few hallways and then we're by a metal door. She checks for anyone and places her ear to the door. She gives me a thumbs up.
She opens the door slowly and peeks out. Nothing to be seen. I'm surprised by the lack of people. This is slightly too easy. Kowa grabs my hands and runs quickly to the woods near by. She runs through the leaves and twigs. Her hair swiftly flowing in the wind.
Then I hear a gunshot. I look at Kowa. She stares back at me. She grabs my hand and we continue to run down the woods faster and fiercer than ever. The gunshots are starting to come closer and faster. More seem to be shot every second. One bonks off a tree and causes a devastating hole. Kowa holds my hand tighter and leads me through. I look at our hands intertwined. Her hands are so warm and beautiful. We continue to run then something pulls me back harshly. Another gunshot fires.
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Our Mental Love
Teen Fiction"She coughs lowly. I stare back at her. She looks up at me. Her eyes are beautiful and so deep. They mean something much more than emotion. I wonder if my eyes are like that." -Our Mental Love This is a story about Darren's slightl...